A life, a seat, distinct from human kind:
Beside the deepening whirlpools of the main,
[48]In those blest isles where Saturn holds his reign,
Apart from heaven’s immortals: calm they share
A rest unsullied by the clouds of care:
And yearly thrice with sweet luxuriance crown’d
Springs the ripe harvest from the teeming ground.
Oh would that Nature had denied me birth
Midst this fifth race; [49]this iron age of earth:
That long before within the grave I lay,